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The host smiled and said, "Everyone, please come here."

In the middle of the banquet, the guests walked aside on their own, leaving an open space.

In An Le's inspiration, there is a strange mysterious power swimming under the floor of the open space, like a ritual directly aimed at the soul.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

After all, An Le is not a real believer in the mist, but a "fake" disguised with the help of a small breath.

But right now, this is directly aimed at the soul ritual, and nine out of ten will reveal his secrets.

Under pressure, the newcomer who was closest to the open space walked over first.

He thought to himself, since everyone has received this kind of gift, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

This is just like the truth that "the truth is not necessarily in the hands of the majority" and "it has never been so and may not be right".

When this person stepped into the small open space, the expression on his face changed suddenly.

It seems like just a moment.

His eyes became hollow, like a marionette.

With a piercing smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he turned his head and looked at the newcomers who hadn't entered yet.

That kind of look is the same as that of other people in the hall just now.

"hiss……"

This kind of change changed the expressions of those who were about to walk over to accept the gift.

Now, no matter how dull they were, they could still notice that the open space and the so-called "gift" were by no means full of kindness.

It's a... trap!

Moreover, it is still an undisguised trap.

The host of the party doesn't care if they find this out.

Because, this is a conspiracy.

The people in the entire hall, without saying a word, created an atmosphere of disturbing silence, just staring at these new Misty Cultists with indifferent eyes.

It makes people wonder whether they are still living human beings under the gorgeous masks.

The temperature of the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

Obviously, if An Le and the others showed signs of fleeing or resisting, these people would not hesitate to take action.

From the moment they joined this party, they have already stepped into this invisible net.

Like moths caught in a spider's web, no matter how hard they struggle, the ending is already doomed.

An Le sees it more clearly than others.

When the man stepped into the open space, countless twisted and wriggling gray-white phantoms appeared on the ground.

If you look carefully, you can see that it is one after another... pale and haggard hands!

Gray fingers, only a layer of skin wrapped around the bones.

Nails are like the color of iron and lead, which is definitely not something that living people can have.

They kept grabbing upwards, desperately wanting to grab something.

It looks like sinners who are deep in hell and longing to escape, or like travelers who are drowning in mud and quicksand step by step.

Despair and pain seep from the inside out.

It seems that it has been immersed in the sea of ​​pain for thousands of years, and even the marrow in it has long been dyed a miserable color.

The Hands of Pain—to call them that for now—seemed invisible, passing straight through the body, much less noticeable by others.

But every time their skinny fingers pierce the skin and flesh of that hapless guy.

Even without any physical touch, it still brings out a part of translucent existence that also has no entity.

Maybe it's a soul, a belief, or something else.

It is conceivable that it was because these things were taken away by them that these mist believers became like this.

And here, every believer may have experienced such a "welcome" ceremony.

This is like a ghost in some kind of ghost story in Huaguo.

——People who are eaten by tigers will turn into ghosts. In order to escape and re-enter the cycle, they can only transform into beautiful women to lure passers-by to be eaten by tigers.

And these fog believers, no one can be freed.

It just keeps bringing in new victims and becoming one of them.

This can explain why they, whose ultimate goal is to summon the fog, forget their original "great" ideals and transform into the current state of "false fog believers".

"This is not a small hand..."

An Le couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

It's just that, compared to the secrets behind these things, what is more important now is how to get out of this dangerous situation.

On the side, the remaining three outsiders looked ashen, basically resigned to their fate.

The gap in strength in the scene is too obvious, not to mention being surrounded by so many people, there are still stronger men spying in the dark.

Don't say, if you kill the opponent back, I'm afraid you won't even be able to escape!

What else can I do if I don't accept this "welcome" ceremony honestly?

Besides, in the hearts of these three people, there is still a little bit of luck.

What if this ceremony is not as bad as they thought?

Aren't the other believers in the past quite normal?

——It is not unacceptable if it only takes effect under certain circumstances.

After all, they didn't know that the essence of this ritual was to deprive them of the most important part of their existence as Mist believers.

In order to survive, there will be such a fluke mentality, which is very normal.

Before they took any action, An Le took the lead after thinking for a moment.

"Guys, let me try first."

He said this to other newcomers.

Perhaps, these people can also become one of their helpers.

The host and other believers didn't care about this, and the smiles on the corners of their mouths were slightly sarcastic, as if they had seen through his intentions, but they carried aloof and absolute confidence.

The small thought of An Le is just a futile struggle.

At this time, An Le had come to the floor less than ten meters away.

You can see those hideous and strange phantom arms more clearly, as well as the painful emotions on them.

Suddenly, An Le felt an impulse.

He wanted to see what would happen if they fell on him?

An Le seems to have a special desire for these gray hands.

Out of this mentality, he stepped into it without hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the host showed a satisfied smile.

At first, he also noticed that the aura on this person was a bit weird, unlike ordinary Misty Cultists.

But now, from the moment he stepped into the empty space ritual.

The dust has settled, and the overall situation is settled.

"Then, next one please..."

But his smile lasted for less than a second.

It was interrupted by the screaming sound that pierced the soul from the ear.

It was as if the voices of countless men and women overlapped and combined together, and the horrified screams at the highest volume came suddenly.

The eardrum trembled, and the spirit trembled.

This turn of events stunned everyone present.

They even showed pain on their faces, sweating, and their bodies began to tremble.

It is a voice that rings directly from the soul.

The turbulent fear and anxiety are transmitted into their brains through countless invisible threads.

"what happens?"

The host quickly turned his head to look at the source of the screeching sound.

It is the ritual that he trusts so much and has never had any accidents.

As one of the important people at the party, of course the host could see those gray hands of pain.

But those existences that usually help them easily tamper with the newcomer's thinking, at this time, showed a posture that he had never seen before.

They are actually... escaping?

The host once wondered if there was some kind of problem with his vision, otherwise how could he see such absurd scene.

The gray and white arms scrambled to move away from An Le.

Like ordinary people fleeing frantically to avoid zombies in a catastrophe, or like wild deer being chased by wolves.

Emotions of fear are clearly expressed through their actions.

Because the gray arms couldn't get out of the range where the rituals were, they were at best squeezed at the very edge of the open space.

And in order to snatch a position farther away from Anle.

The arms even began to tear each other, tearing off piece after piece of "flesh and blood", just for the space of a few centimeters.

As if they would be safer that way.

It can be seen that the hand of pain seems to be really frightened.

"Hmph! Want to escape?"

An Le's eyes looking at them are no longer vigilant, but filled with fiery desire. .

Although it looks a little disgusting, this thing...

It should be edible too, right?

Of course, An Le would not speak to it personally.

Instead, reach out and hide the tentacles in the palm of your hand to actively contact them.

The host who was so confident just now was dumbfounded.

"what is happening?"

"Why can he see the gray arms and take the initiative to attack them?"

Seeing An Le's expression, the host felt that this person even wanted to bite directly on the gray arm?

This is completely beyond his imagination.

Put the common sense that has been formed for a long time on the ground and grind it back and forth dozens of times.

What surprised the party host even more was yet to come.

When An Le's hand touched the shriveled skin, that hand actually snapped off.

A piece of arm just disappeared out of thin air.

The sharp and ear-piercing scream sounded again, and it was stronger than before.

The expressions on the faces of the believers at the venue were even more painful.

It seems that they are part of the gray arm, suffering the pain of being gnawed and cut off.

When the second arm was swallowed by the tentacles, the alien believers who had been controlled, but not deeply, suddenly woke up from that state.

Like someone rescued from drowning. Panting desperately: "Just to the end..."

"Trap! This gift...is a trap!"

He recognized reality.

However, the people around were covering their heads and howling like beasts.

No one paid any attention to his words.

Seeing this scene, An Le understood another thing.

These mist believers under control have not completely lost their sense of autonomy.

It's just a distorted part of thinking.

This is similar to Xiaoxiao's original ability.

It also seems that in some R18 hypnotic works, the heroine's thinking is only modified to - it is normal to do XX things.

In addition, he still has his own common sense.

As a result, there will be a plot where you still have to work hard/study hard/handle affairs even in **X.

Regardless of whether it is Xiaoxiao or these hypnotic works, they want to remove this distortion in thinking.

The best way is undoubtedly——

Get rid of the source of hypnosis!

In this way, everything can return to normal.

In the same way, just destroy all these painful hands.

These Mist Cultists will be able to return to their original state.

An Le's purpose is naturally not to save the Misty believers - there is also a deep hatred between him and the Misty sect!

But at the moment, he doesn't mind using their power to break the situation, muddy the water, and even stir up conflicts between the Misty Sect and the three major companies.

The so-called Z-government is to make more friends and make fewer enemies.

Realizing this, An Le simply looked around and said loudly.

"Everyone, don't you still see clearly?"

"This kind of gathering that has continued to this day has been a scam from beginning to end!"

"They are lackeys sent by the three major companies to erode our faith and steal the power of the mist!"

Since it is a discourse that incites contradictions, it is natural that the more radical and exaggerated the better.

Hearing this, those unaffected believers immediately changed color.

They guessed it in their hearts, but when someone really exposed the truth in front of their eyes.

Undoubtedly, it still makes believers tremble in their hearts.

Some people's thinking has just escaped from the state of being controlled by the gray arm, but they haven't completely escaped.

Stimulated by these words, he was even more shaken because of this, and gradually recovered his own reason.

For believers in the mist, faith is undoubtedly not to be profaned.

An Le's words can be said to be full of heart-breaking words.

Completely put the Misty Sect and the three major companies on the opposite side.

The host at the center of the party was completely panicked.

The situation has long been out of his control, and it is galloping away like a derailed train.

All he could say was, "Nonsense!"

"Come on, grab him!"

Seeing An Le gnawing away more and more hands of pain with his tentacles, the commotion in the venue intensified.

Those few outsiders and the awakened believers all started to use the power of the mist to fight with the bodyguards surrounding them, causing quite a few casualties at one point.

In this gathering, there are not a few orthodox Misty Cultists from outside, but the number of local believers who originally belonged to the three major companies is also considerable.

Naturally, they were divided into two camps.

Just when the war was developing in an irreversible direction.

The scalding hot steam spread silently and penetrated into people's nostrils.

"Who... dares to make trouble here?"

The voice is wrapped in a coercion that ordinary people cannot possess.

The originally tense meeting place fell silent instantly.

Those believers who planned to resist were stiff and did not dare to move.

Even if they don't recognize the owner of the voice, they can feel the irresistible will from it.

An Le naturally recognized each other.

It was Ding Tianxiang who came here in person!

In addition, there are several abnormally powerful auras accompanying him.

An Le quickly realized that he had stabbed a hornet's nest.

The other party's reaction speed and attention were far beyond his expectations.

"Pity."

Looking at the shivering gray arms hiding in the corner that hadn't finished eating, An Le felt a little regretful.

They can actually provide themselves with filthy sanity!

Every time you eat one, you can get two or three hundred dirty sanity.

A sure-fire deal.

But now, it's not the time to worry about this "little money", it's time to withdraw!